Woven words are little conviction when I present myself as a man of fiction. And you a woman of lies and deceit, stumbling forward on two left feet. You are an exquisite figurine of an incomprehensible place, While I, a soldier of my cause, my race. A single sip of you would satiate thirst, hunger and empty. Yet, you stand unmoved, comfortable knowing you could stave desires plenty. To my heart, you are known as 'shatter.' Between saint and sin, you are the latter. End, not even my finest words will matter. The still, the silence, even then, you are famine to my soul. My chest lacks certain weight now; I simply wish to be whole. Now, I stand before you broken, humbled and so bare, Only to see your infinite eyes brimming with no care. Your heart is a cauldron that burns darkest fuel. And I a remnant of smog, the overly-bitter fool. The man of fiction stumbles forward on two left feet, The woman of lies weaves words of conviction and deceit.
About This Quote
About Hubert Martin
Hubert Martin.
Themes
- Change — Embracing transformation, growth, and new beginnings
- Dreams — Aspirations, visions, and the world of the subconscious
- Humor — Witty observations and humorous takes on everyday life
- Inspirational — Uplifting words to motivate and inspire positive action
- Life — Reflections on the meaning, challenges, and beauty of life
- Love — Quotes exploring romantic love, compassion, and human connection
- Philosophy — Deep thoughts on existence, knowledge, and the nature of reality
- Poetry — The art of language, rhythm, and emotional expression
- Soul — The inner self, consciousness, and spiritual essence
- Truth — Meditations on honesty, authenticity, and the search for truth